Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
to cause mass hysteria

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets a ton of reefer
That's Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm
Atlanta and braver, I pull a number a pager
Cause I'm am ace I face the bass
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear that excite the feds
And a damn thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, halftime

halftime

It's that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, there an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I like sex
In stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
is exercise til the microphone dies
Back in '83, I was an MC
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
Kick my raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in jam I'm the fucking man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
'cause in the streets, I'm known like the number man
In my place wit the and format
rap and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at

halftime

I got it on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Garvey or heartless Sparkton
'cause when I blast the herb, my word
I be them fast, doing this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who Garcia
I won't plant seeds, need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for weed
goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, clout
I'll will, in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime